Afterthoughts :
Lost and Found
I have lost my wallet two times in my life. Both times I've
been lucky enough to recover them. The second time I lost my wallet
is a story of luck.
Years ago there was a movie that came out, JFK. The Oliver Stone
movie where Stone tried to say that everyone was in on the killing of President
Kennedy. I had heard that it was a good movie, and so did my friend.
We went up to Universal City, to the new CityWalk thing that they had there
to get some dinner and watch JFK.
While getting out of the car I must have slipped, and my wallet came
out of my front pocket. Of course, I didn't know that. Me and
my friend went on our merry way to the box office talking about this and
that. When I got there I put my hand in my front pocket, and realized
that I didn't have my wallet. I turned to my friend and told him
that I had lost my wallet. He suggested we backtrack to see where
I might have dropped it. But, the place was like Time Square, filled
to the brim with people. Even if I did walk back I was pretty sure
that someone had my wallet in their pocket already. Besides, the
walk from the car was a long one, and if I had dropped it, I was pretty
sure I wasn't going to find my wallet. I had some money in my back
pocket, which paid for my ticket and dinner. The only thing I was
really worried about was my credit cards.
I watched the movie, all the time wondering where I could have left
my wallet. Also, I bought one of those huge gallon bucket sodas,
and I had to visit the bathroom. But, the movie was too good.
I spent nearly two hours both worrying about my wallet and holding back
the nearly bursting dam that was my bladder. As soon as the movie
was over I jumped up. But, having held it in so long I got a cramp
and couldn't make a move. I was afraid I was going to piss right
then and there. Finally I was able to move, and I flew to the bathroom.
It's such a great feeling to release that kind of pressure.
With that off my mind my friend and I went around the shops. I
didn't have a cent to my name at this point, but CityWalk doesn't really
have shops that you buy things from. Finally we decided to go home.
We walked back to the car. As my pal was opening his door I looked
down and saw my wallet peeking out from under the car. I quickly
picked it up. I figured that someone must have seen it, picked out
the money, and threw it back on the floor where they found it. Nope.
Not a soul had seen, or touched my wallet. Everything was there.
I turned to my friend and told him that I found my wallet. He
turned to me and said, "Talk about lucky." I was lucky that day.
Sometimes life is really good. Like the time I lost my wallet and
found it right where I dropped it.